This is a compliation of the funny things Clarissa has said and asked me.
I am also going to start adding stories of Mary's cuteness here.
Today when Clarissa got up later than usual she said “I slept long. I wanted to finish my dream” When I asked her what her dream was about she said “I forgot”
Clarissa says “I love you one hundred” Something I think she picked up from her Kindergarten Teacher
Clarissa asked me if when she turns six will she have to leave the family. I told her yes she was getting pretty old and it was time for her to move on. She didn’t like the idea. I asked her if she wanted to stay in the family and she said yes. The next day she asked if when she turned seven if she would have to leave. I told her no. She asked if when she turns eight if she would have to leave. I told her no again and then told her she will always be a part of our family. She was happy with that.
1/13/11
Tonight as she was pretending to read her scriptures in bed she said
"The big star was made when Jesus was born. The small ones are for everybody else"
12/10
A game that she and I play involves pretending that we are going to eat the other one's arm. She doesn't let me do it very much but I let he do it to me as she wishes.
I started the idea and she has enjoyed it.
It involves saying:
"I am going to eat your arm"
and then pretending that you are putting condiments and other things on that person's arm.
Such things as ketchup, mustard, relish, pickles, mayo, buns, etc. all the while telling the person what you are putting on their arm to devour with it.
Then whomever is doing it goes through the motions of pretending to eat the arm
by going "nibble nibble, num num num" and all of that.
The person who had their arm eaten off must then put it behind their body or pull it out of their sleeve and put it inside their shirt and it must remain there until (usually Clarissa) helps put it back in place. Its fun and we sometimes take turns.
I saw Clarissa sucking on her thumb. I asked her if it tasted good. She said "yes"
I asked her what it tasted like and she exclaimed "ME!"
My mother, her grandmother has an extensive collection of nativity scenes. One is toylike and she lets the kids play with it. When she wants to play with it she will ask her grandmother "May I play with your Jesus Toy?"
She wanted to see my belly as I was laying on the couch so I oblidged her. She laughed and said she wanted a hairy belly too. When she gets old enough to date I might want her to have one too. Not that I'm too worried about that kind of thing. I am sure we will raise her right... and the bear traps I set outside her window and the guns I will clean on the table in front of whomever she brings over will help with that too.
This same night she told me she wished she was a boy, I asked her why, then she changed her mind. Then she said she wished she had a boy's name so I asked her what name she wanted. She said "I wish my name was Zane. Zane Preston" The next day I found out there is a boy in her class named Zane. Now I wonder why she said this.
When I asked her about being a boy later she said she was glad she was a girl
11/28/10
Today she told me I was the best daddy in the whole world
November 2010
One morning Clarissa asked me, as she has once before, "Daddy, where is your smile?" I think she was trying to cheer me up or something but I said "I don't know" Then she laughed and said "Its right here! I"m sitting on it!" She was hiding it from me she told me. That did help to cheer me up. Then she told me we should play hide and seek with it and that now it was in the "Fridgerator"
One night she told me "Daddy, I love you with my brain"
Clarissa loves to go to school and her Kindergarten teacher (Mrs. Shella Brubaker) loves how expressive and imaginative Clarissa can be.
Clarissa got in trouble for scribbling on a classmate's chair and desk. When told to go to timeout or to no-man's land as it is called in class Clarissa went and covered her face and was upset. When Mrs. Brubaker came to talk to her about what she did and asked Clarissa why she was so upset Clarssia said "I don't want to be in Snowman's land"
Clarissa also likes to play with "Narbles" (marbles) and "Maganets" (Magnets)
Some time ago I introduced the "got you on the bum last game" which is a form of tag that my brother Brian and I played when we were very young. It consists of smacking the other person on the bum when they aren't looking and annoucing "got you on the bum"
Clarissa took this to the next level on her own and one day while we were outside she pointed at a red car and said "Daddy, what's that?" I turned to look, thinking she really wanted to know and thats when she smacked me on my bum. Once I realized what she had done I turned back to look at her in shock but she just laughed and ran away from me. She continued to do this from time to time and would only rarely slip up and let me get her on it.
October 2010.
Clarissa told me she can't wait to grow up so that she can spank everyone's butts.
Maybe we all deserve it.
Often when trying something new for the first time she will exclaim "I love it! Its my favorite!" Sometimes before even trying it or watching it.
She likes to sing and make up her own songs. One she has done is, as far as I can tell, called "I'm a gummi bear" much to the tune of "I'm a Barbie Girl" (for those who remember it)
and it consists of singing "I'm a gummi bear, a gummi gummi bear. I'm a gummi bear, a gummi gummi bear"
Incedentally, and perphaps I shouldn't so readily admit it, her favorite song right now is Lady GaGa's "Pokerface" which she calls "Cocopace"
Her older brother Pearce recieved a remote control car for his birthday. Clarissa loves to play with it and she calls it a "troller car" (controller car)
When we went Trick or Treating this year we told her to go up to a house and say
"Trick or Treat" and that the people would give you candy.
She did as we instructed and afterward exclaimed "IT WORKED!"
I was playing a game that isn't designed for little kids. She asked if she could play it, I told her
it was a "Daddy's game" and she said "Does that mean I need to be older to play it?" I told her
yes. She asked me "How do I get older?" I told her it just happens and be patient. She watched
me for about a half hour and then said "Am I old enough now?"
The next morning she asked me if she was older now and I said yes you are one day older. Again she asked if she was old enough now and my heart warmed. She is quite the charmer.
I was carrying her across my parents front yard this past winter. My dad had the let the horses out to munch on what grass remained. As we walked past the black horse named "Bandit", Clarissa pointed at its posterior and said to me "That horse has a butt!" (who taught her that word?)
A few months ago (early 2010) I was sitting and reading a book. Clarissa comes up to me with a monster puppet on her hand. She holds it towards me and then she says to me in a low monster voice "Hello Kirk" I looked up at her and said "I'm daddy. You're supposed to call me daddy." She moves the monster puppet aside and says in her own voice "No, I call you daddy." she moves the puppet back in front of her and again in the monster voice says "But the monster calls you Kirk" I asked her "Who told you to call me that?" She replied in her own voice again "Thats what mommy calls you"
A couple nights ago (early May 2010) Clarissa was set to go to bed along with her sister (they share a room) but she was very upset and distraught. I came to investigate and told her to calm down and to go to sleep. She sobbingly told me "But daddy!! Mary has two blankets (she held up 2 fingers) but the red one is missing! " She insisted that I go find it and restore it to her proper owner, her sister Mary. My heart melted.
One night as I put her to bed she said she didn't want to go to sleep because of the monsters. I told her that I had gotten rid of them all. She asked me"Did you put them in the garbage?"I had a good laugh and told her that yes I did just that.
Again a couple months ago I was sitting and reading a book or something and she comes up to me "Daddy, I want some ice cream please" I thought about it and said "Riska (her nickname) we don't have any. Its all gone" She put her hand on her hip and in her best exasperated or "duh" tone said "Daddy, go to Wal-Mart"
I couldn't help but laugh
When she saw a rainbow one time she told me that she saw a unicorn climbing it and that must be where it lives.
Mary's Section
Mary has a very different personality than Clarissa sometimes and a very different way of speaking.
I think hers is more akin to "clustering" that is assigning secret, grouped, or even coded meanings to things.
One example is that to her any animal that has four legs that is not a dog or a cat is in fact a cow and that to attempt to correct her is to make her very upset and she will defiantly deny that what you say is true.
The horses that her Grandpa Preston keeps are to her, cows and she is adamant that they are cows and not horses.
If she tells you she wants a cup, she doesn't want something to drink, she instead wants to go play in the bathtub. She says this because when she is in the tub getting washed up she gets to play with a cup and a cup is used to rinse out her hair so by association she says "cup" when she means bathtub.
Because she has watched (repeatedly) a "Barbie" movie where Barbie is a surfer girl that gets turned into a mermaid she has used the phrase (and I do mean phrase in her case) "Barbie Doll" to mean a wide range of things.
During the summer when the girls went swimming they used inflatable whales. Mary called hers a "Barbie Doll" because there was a whale in said Barbie movie.
If she asks for a "Barbie Doll" while inside she isn't asking you for a toy, she is asking you for a drink. A "Capri-Sun" specifically because the ones we had at the time had scenes of the beach on them (sand, beach towels, umbrellas, etc) and by association again she called them "Barbie Dolls" so you can see how this can be frustrating because certain code phrases that she uses that have nothing to do with the item or thing in question but to her that is how she identifies what she wants and goes about requesting them. She becomes very frustrated and upset when a grownup doesn't understand what she wants.
One time, this Christmas time in 2010 I took her with me to check the mail. We have a large Santa Claus on our mailbox. She saw it and said "Look Daddy, a Ho Ho!"
1/12/11
Mary got something on her arm at dinner tonight (ketchup I presume) so she came to tell me she had a "yucky" and when I didn't move fast enough to resolve her issue she decided to take the sleeve of my shirt and try to wipe it off herself. I guess she thought daddy could take care of her problem. One way or another.